I can hear the children laughing,
And their high pitched glee, Oh the joy it echoes smoothly, down this empty street.
To live beside a house full of little people, you ponder and miss, perhaps even rekindle.
Banging and clanging might sour the rest but I like my neighbour, I like this nest.
Perhaps one day these peppy cubs will have their own, and their ears will be filled with the same merry tone.
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The Lucid Memoir
कविताAn Assortment of Poems and Observations with perhaps a tint of personified disclosure at times.
